Mandible

Please, picture me as I was before Calendar numbers went forward and I was afraid of goodbyes Please, find me some space on a hilltop I'll watch the wind and the rainfall Down from the sky to below Cause all it had left, left was it's mandible The flight of the bird Is now all but fictional You just didn't think that I'd react this way But I've seen and I know That nothing in the sky will ever be the same Gone If you're gone If you're gone If you go It's, it's all the same Yeah, you tied your bones, bones to that mandible Yeah you died Yeah you died Yeah, you tied your bones, bones to that mandible All that I know, All I know is fictional And I just can't stand to see you take it this way I'm gone, gone It's all the same It's all the same Gone It's all the same Oh, if you're gone It's all the same